Convenient Truths

I'm tired of the convenient truths.
Tired of the shades of grey where you hide the details of the truths you don't care to let to the light.
Full disclosure has always been my policy.
Even when it caused issues.
Even when I saw the tears roll down your face.
You hide behind the minute, waiting to be discovered.
And the pain comes from that, from you knowing you were going to upset me and like a child at a surprise party, it all gets sprung at once.
And I'm overwhelmed.
And I fall.
And there I go again, picking myself up from the rubble.
My biceps torn from the amount of times that I have landed face first
And had to push myself up and onto these arms
So I can once again
Grab
Myself
By the bootstraps and find my own happiness.

I will not be a part of this game anymore.
I am not your pawn.
And you are not my queen.
I will not enable your consistent inconsistency.
I will not adhere to your convenient truths.
And I will not allow you to control my happiness.
I control my own
And my happiness only exists.
When you are in the grey area.
The one where my sun
Doesn't shine.

With every convenient truth, I find a step forward and away...